Infinite Greyscale presents a new long-form composition by Stara Rzeka. The Polish village of Stara Rzeka and its surrounding countryside were devastated by a huge tornado on the 14th of July 2012. Stara Rzeka is where musician Kuba Ziolek, who adopted the name as one of several artistic projects, spends his summers, and the morning following the storm Ziolek was present to witness the aftermath.

This self-titled piece opens to the crackle of electricity in the air and a distinct impression of menace. The distortion softens, but never truly fades, as it gives way to song; a graceful and melancholy ode to what nature has been divested of in the storm. Eventually this human presence, like the tornado, departs to leave the composition sounding like the land itself; wounded but brimming with life, buzzing and psychedelic.

The fact that the artist, music, and location all exist under one heading suggests that these elements are interdependent and inseparable. This is music as elegiac at it is sanguine, at perpetual as it is fixed in time, and here Stara Rzeka is all of those things.

“As the poem proceeds to wait for spring, Stara Rzeka (the village) waits (and works) for rejuvenation, Stara Rzeka (the artist) composes an ode to life, and “Stara Rzeka” (the track) blossoms and blooms, its latter half developing into a dense thicket of new growth.  The storm has passed, seared into the memories of all who experienced it.  But the storm is no longer their lead story; it’s just something that happened once upon a time, before the seeds, before the sprouts, before the children and the construction.  One day, it will simply be a story in a tree ring.  And a record is like a tree ring as well, especially a green record portraying a healthy tree.  The circle is now complete.” A Closer Listen

“Stara Rzeka goes from this very psychedelic take on folk to drone to space rock to this über bright explosion of ambience – like the ship Mr. ZioÅ‚ek commandeered has officially taken off to be with the shining white specks in the sky we sometimes remember to gaze at in our overstimulated lives embedded in the blessing and curse we refer to as technology. This is something you put on to feel euphoric…” Sly Vinyl